Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Medicine Seller Reborn (1)

The arrays of wisteria flowers are scattered and unshelved, and at a glance, you can see this large area of oil and green, covered with shade. It's been so aggressive for a season, and now in the middle of summer, its own greenery seems to have been precipitated, just as people will grow up and will be born between the eyebrows A slow period of charm, this charm actually echoes the maturity and transformation of the inner nature.

Such a plain wrist and snow skin, wrapped in the wide sleeves of the phoenix robe embroidered with a phoenix bird, the jade-like face added a faint pink, and the long eyes that were raised and the eyebrows that flew obliquely gave birth to a cluster of beautiful clouds, coupled with a little precipitation refined after bathing in the wind and dust of the years, so that the untimely beauty and the superb style of this woman who had long since fallen were laid out!

Looking at it like this, Taiping found that his mother's enchanting appearance was obviously more beautiful and fresh than in the past! Her heart moved, and a little smile rippled on her delicate lips, and there was a shallow playfulness in her voice: "It seems that the elixir that Erchen gave to his mother a few days ago...... It really has a miraculous effect! Half obedient and clever, and half faintly pointed, Taiping Fu's face was light, and his bright eyes were quite cunning.

The Empress Wu also pursed her lips and smiled when she heard the words, and with the opening and closing of the voice, the tassels with a high crown and hanging down to the sides had the beauty of flying: "You girl!" Empress Wu raised her hand and nodded at her daughter's eyebrows with pity, and when her eyes touched, she saw a glimpse of the light pink cardamom between her daughter's slender willow eyebrows being outlined in the shape of petals. She vaguely felt that the makeup was very familiar, and her eyes were slightly surprised.

Taiping turned his eyes and saw his mother's expression, and his eyes were timely, and his mind was slightly worried, and he immediately understood Empress Wu's thoughts: "This red plum makeup was secretly learned from Sister Shangguan." "My daughter saw it by chance, and I don't know when she developed such a delicate forehead makeup, which looks like a plum blossom on her forehead." I was pleasantly surprised, so I couldn't help but draw it too. Only then did she realize that Shangguan Wan'er was not by Empress Wu's side at the moment.

Hearing Taiping's reply, Empress Wu knew in her heart and bowed her head, but as soon as she mentioned this stubble, her heart still hurt faintly, and she was born out of her mind...... Where is the red plum makeup on Wan'er's forehead What is the new appearance after careful research and scrutiny with great interest, it is clearly a method that Wan'er came up with in desperation in order to cover up the wound on her left forehead!

However, the makeup is really beautiful, don't say it's peaceful, and some palace maids in the palace have already begun to follow suit for a while. Compared with the plum blossom makeup that Princess Shouyang pasted on her forehead in the past, which is now commonplace, Shangguan Wan'er's red plum makeup painted directly with a cinnabar pen is actually more delicate.

"Mother ......" seemed to notice the subtle changes in Empress Wu's heart, Taiping suddenly felt a little uneasy, raised his hand to hold Empress Wu's arm, and called her glutinously.

The green silk in her ears fluttered, and the Empress Wu glanced at her daughter in response, and saw that she looked obedient and her eyes were shining, so she couldn't help but laugh a little, and couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips slightly: "Mother called you here, because there was something urgent to discuss with you." "I didn't go around much, and then I cut to the chase.

Taiping was in a trance, in fact, there was a little thought. Although she didn't know what she was going to say, she knew that it must have something to do with Feng Xiaobao. While thinking about it, he pursed his lips and smiled, and waited quietly for his mother's words.

Empress Wu's voice gradually sank, and she didn't have much to worry about in front of her always caring daughter: "It's not convenient for Xiaobao to stay by my side so clearly." The spit is such a breezy and careless sentence, as if he is muttering, and it seems to be talking to himself. Her eyes moved slightly, and she continued to sweep towards her daughter, "Therefore, I made him the abbot of the White Horse Temple." Again.